800 words down; 5,000 more between me & freedom

A lolligag of thoughts, as I'm saving up all my organizing/clarity skills for the aforementioned 5,000 words.

... Do I really punch that hard? I've been punching people from excitement or for emphasis lately, to which they always respond, "Ouch!" I tend to think it's more of an endearing gesture than not, and I also take it with a grain of salt because the word "Ouch" is like saying "nothing" when someone asks you "What's up?" nowadays. Maybe I should stop it anyway...

... David Gray's "Be Mine" is the greatest song ever (at the moment). I adore it. Here are the lyrics & a song snippet just for you!...

... In a related note, I would also have David Gray's babies. I think he'd give up the bottle if he could have the love of a woman named Lanford Beard...

... Tonight is Bjorn Again -- hope I can get jazzed enough to give this ABBA tribute band the respect they so richly deserve...

... London countdown: 6 days!...

... I will also miss the British Buscemi and his sonnets about Paris, coffee and whatnot...

... I had a moment of beauty today. It wasn't anything (now-)cliched like the American Beauty paper bag, but the light was just right, the leaves were an autumnal brown, the grass was a surprising and beautiful green, and the sky was blue-blue-blue. Everything was glossed over in honey for that one moment...

... I think they call the 24-Hour Lab by that name because it takes that long for the frickin' computers to log on to my personal settings. I think, however, that they should call it the "58 million degree lab" because that's how damn hot it is in there. With the subpolar temperatures and soul-freezing windchill outside, I don't think the scratching, aching sensation in my throat is a good one...

... I can officially say that my semester was a failure. That's not to say that there weren't good times, good people, etc., but I was worthless. I would say that I have made a fine art out of sitting on my rump, but I was too lazy to even do that. Let's take stock. What were my goals this semester?
1.) Get me a British boy. --> Nuttin.
2.) Sharpen on my journalistic acumen. --> If by "sharpen my journalistic acumen" I meant become even more lazy and apathetic, check!
3.) Travel around. --> Did get to go to Spain, Paris & Venice, but I wasn't on-the-ball enough to get in more UK travel.
4.) Like it enough to maybe stay an extra semester. --> Do the words "get me out of this God-forsaken place ring a bell?
I'm sure there are more, but I'm too lazy to think of them -- shockingly...

... I'm developing a commentary on how reality television (particularly shows like American Idol, Fame Academy, anything musical) is pop culture masturbation. We're basically congratulating ourselves for writing such classic songs and perpetuating their existence through vassals like Gareth Gates and his cronies...